#549 - to be free

 

4.vii.21

549

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to be free

 

life’s a flash

and then you’re ash

do what you can today!

 

 

to be free

 

of self

of body, mind                                                  

nervous at rehearsal

 

decision, intention

of listening, delusion

free of the turns in the conversation

 

deep flutter and love the mud

splash puddle, swim

 

to be free of words together

to be free of thought

of wishes of needs

possession and lack

 

free of the past and all bidding

of horizons                 

 

and still

not joining anyone but all  

free of the truth

free of freedom

 

to be free of every everywhere rule

of thumbs up or under          

 

free to sing

all work’s a draft until we’re gone

 

it’s take this one world

breath by step

in seasons

 

there isn’t a wheel or a glory to come

there is no eternal reward

 

bird in the tree is a manner of speaking

goes until…

 

read the entrails of day at a time

rake it in while you can

savour, drink deep

find yourself in a bottle and sensate

 

bodily world it

 

joy the sun that we swing about

haul the moon over, quick on your feet

                  for fun

 

to lose your way and self along

for you to be free at last

 

of shame and pride

of loss, of regret

 

all this at no charge

 

read the words as they go to the fire

            glory the forgetting

honour free breath as it joins open air

 

vote for it, struggle

 

to be free of every last precious thing

is the easiest thing in the world     

 

and how many in the ground for this?

how many still on the ladder?        

 

I keep a magic door open at home

as well as I can see

come go there, unhindered

     dream and deep

 

ask, after yourself, then, how will it be

with the trees, with the least of creatures

 

bird of the branches

a manner of speaking

goes until it’s gone